the riot act

you've got something written down your spine.
"I was loved once"

but that fissure at the base deceives you.
you fear love. the prospect of love,
curds your blood, and prevents you from,
telling the truth.

and I can't be that, organ. you're already so,
(goddamn) lifeless. your smile,
is nothing but a stay.

something you use when your heart starts
cracking.